“Hey Geoff,” Gavin calls from the backseat, absentmindedly fiddling with the arm rest on his seat, his shirt still splattered with blood and mud from the job they had pulled for Gus earlier that day.
“Yeah, Buddy,” Geoff
responds without looking up from the map spread across his lap,
rubbing at his dirty cheek with one grubby hand.
“Just curious, if you
could shag anyone in this van who would it be?”
Geoff is quiet for a
moment, already too used to Gavin’s random questions to be surprised,
thinking over his answer before shrugging and saying, “I don’t
know, Jack probably.”
“Hey,” Jack protests
from the driver seat, her outfit just as filthy as the others, red
hair falling out of her ponytail. She points her finger at Geoff, a
disgruntled look on her face. “Don’t include me in this
Geoff sighs but concedes.
“Alright, then probably Ryan.”
Ryan, who had long since
passed out in the far back (he went a little overboard since tonight
was the first night after his latest murder break), doesn’t reply,
but Geoff feels, if he could have, he would have come up with some
clever retort before lapsing into that unnatural silence he usually
“I think I’d pick
Michael,” Gavin states casually, like he had been asked the
question instead of asking it himself.
“Well, shit Gav.”
Michael gives Gavin a fond smile, dirt clumps visible in his hair,
his glasses smudged with fingerprints and grime. After a beat he
says, “I’d definitely pick Ray.”
screeches glancing back at the sniper. His eyes are closed, head
tilted towards Ryan, appearing to be asleep, not having heard the
commotion (or if he had, choosing not to say anything). He is, by
far, the cleanest of the group, spending the whole time in the desert
sitting up in his makeshift sniper’s nest, making sure no one
bothered the crew.
“Yeah,” Geoff agrees
nodding his head, “Ray looks like he could give a good blowjob.”
“I’m gonna change my
answer,” Gavin grumbles but no one pays him the least bit of
“How could you possibly
know he’d give a good blowjob?” Jack asks taking the exit that’ll
bring them into Los Santos.
Geoff shrugs, folding up
the map, shoving it carelessly into the glove box. “He just does.”
“Trust us, Jack, it’s a
feeling,” Michael states glancing out the window.
“If you insist,” Jack
mumbles skeptically but still lets the subject go, clearly not in the
mood for their antics tonight.
“Gonna pick Kerry or
Jeremy,” Gavin continues to bitch, again getting ignored for his
“Hey, who do you think Ray and Ryan would pick?” Michael asks curiously glancing back at the sleeping pair again. Somehow, during the discussion, Ray’s head lolled onto Ryan’s chest, his hand clutching the fabric of a leather jacket, one of Ryan’s arm loosely wrapped around him.
“Oh, we all know who
those motherfuckers would choose,” Geoff answers getting a few
murmurs of agreement.
“Am I at least in the
top five?” Gavin asks giving Geoff a hopeful look.
Geoff thinks a minute and
says, “Top twenty at least.”